After watching Ye Jiaqi leave the mall, Josnian made a few more phone calls.

Soon, Josnian was sure that Ning'an's plane had arrived in the capital at three o'clock last night.

It was three o'clock last night. By this time, it had been almost ten hours.

Josnian frowned and ordered his subordinates to check the Song residence.

The answer I got was that Ning'an did not return to Song's house, and the major hotels did not have Ning'an's check-in information.

A woman has been alone in Beijing for ten hours, and it's late at night. Where will she go?

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the bright light fell on the glass window, reflecting seven colors.

Josnian closed his eyes slightly, and a place flashed through his mind.

He called Song Shaojun again: "I asked someone to check and found out that Ning An has indeed returned to the capital."

"Did you find her?"

"Not yet, I'm looking for it." Josnian said calmly, "Does she know about your brother?"

"I'm not very sure. I've been hiding it from her. It's just that I was so tired when I returned to my residence in New York a few days ago that I put all the information on the table. It happened that An An came to bring me pork rib soup. I'm not sure

Did she see those things?"

"It seems so. I'm afraid she knows about Shao Yan."

"It was my negligence." Song Shaojun was a little annoyed and blamed himself.

Although the information was still there when he woke up, Ning An might not have missed it.

Among those things was Song Shaoyan's death certificate.

"I understand." Josnian probably understood.

The sun was falling vertically, and it was noon.

The sky is blue and the water is gurgling.

The branches swayed gently in the cold wind, and there was always an indescribable sadness in the open space.

When the wind blows, the remaining dew on the branches will fall from the tips and fall into the soil.

Beijiao Cemetery.

There is desolation everywhere, with an empty sky when you look up, and endless dead grass when you look down.

Looking out, I can only see the endless vastness.

Deep in the woods, crows flew by from time to time, and their cries were even more shrill.

Ning An, wearing a long black coat, stood motionless in front of the tombstone. She had maintained this posture all night.

Her face looked particularly haggard, and there were dark circles around her eyes, as if she hadn't slept for a long time.

My eyes kept falling on the photo of the tombstone. The man in the photo was in his prime, but he was always frozen in his prime.

There was a black scarf around her neck, and when the wind blew, there was still an unstoppable chill.

Probably because she had been standing for a long time, her forehead hair was wet with frost, and a thin layer stuck to her forehead.

However, Ning An's eyes never left the photo on the tombstone. There was an indescribable gloominess in his eyes and his face was pale.

This man used to be her husband.

They had slept together and lived together, and her shared memories with him seemed to be filled with arguments and quarrels.

He doesn't love her, she knows.

The forced marriage was scrawled, the hidden marriage began, and the divorce ended. Their marriage was as short-lived as a flash in the pan.

Even in the capital, few people knew that Song Shaoyan was married.

The sun shone on Ning An's face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if there was a layer of crystal mist hanging on them.

The wind gently blew Ning An's long hair, and the soft hair fluttered. She was like a sculpture, motionless.
Chapter completed!